Transference (Erotic Story Excerpt)

When she develops erotic feelings for her therapist, will she enter into yet another inappropriate relationship?

I dreamt about him that night. I guess it’s not surprising considering how much time I’d invested in talking about him and thinking about him to get through this therapy. He’s been the elephant in the room of my life for so long, I guess it’s about time I actually acknowledged him.

What I didn’t want to acknowledge was that I must’ve had a sex dream about him. I couldn’t remember what it was, but I woke up with my fingers stroking my clit, damp by my pussy juices, and ready to plunge inside of my come box. I resisted the urge to get off — or at least to get off by thoughts of him. There was nothing erotic about my feelings toward him. Well, not really. I guess if I was completely honest with myself, I would admit there was a naughtiness in it that I found appealing.

I was excited to see him. When the door flung open, and I saw Will welcoming me into his office again, I could feel my heart pounding, and all of the fantasies I had flooded my mind. My spine tingled when he casually brushed his hand against my arm. I knew it was probably just an accident, but I wanted to believe it was something more, something intentional. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to touch me. I was longing for his hands all over my body. We spent weeks talking about Simon’s stupid seduction and how it had put a wedge between me and my family. I didn’t want to think about that anymore, and I certainly didn’t want to talk about it.

But I did want to be seduced. I wanted Will to take me to the heights of pleasure in his office, not worrying about any doctor-patient principles, just giving in to his desires for me.

I did want to be seduced.

Of course, I was getting way ahead of myself. I had no idea if Will had any desires toward me in the first place. But I knew I wanted him, and if I could just make him see how glorious it would be for us to make love to each other, he would know our connection was real.

I sat down on the couch. I nearly melted when I saw him smile. I started getting jittery — twiddling my thumbs and tapping my feet up and down. I had to keep reminding myself that I needed to calm down or he was going to know something was up.

“How are you doing, Natalie?” he asked me, scribbling something in his notebook like he always did.

I wanted to give Will something really interesting to write about this session.

“I’m fine,” I said, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back so he would see my beautiful bouncing tits that longed for his touch.

“What would you like to talk about today? Do you still want to explore your relationship…I mean, your fling…with Simon?”

I loudly plopped my arms onto my lap. Although I was happy that he acknowledged it wasn’t a relationship, I was so over the whole Simon thing I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Not really. Don’t you think we’ve exhausted the topic already?”

“Do you think so? I mean, it is the reason you came to me.”

“I know, but it’s not all that interesting to me. It was a long time ago. I didn’t want to talk about it in the first place. I just wanted to make my mother and my sisters happy. I didn’t want this hanging over our head anymore and if coming to you was the way to end it, I was willing to do that.”

I felt a weird combination of arousal and agitation. The last thing I wanted was to link anything I did with Will to Simon. Just thinking about him would ruin it for me. I wanted our connection to feel pure, unencumbered. I didn’t give a shit about Simon. I never did. It was time to let that lying dog sleep.

He stared at me, interested, and didn’t say anything.

“We don’t have to talk about it. We can talk about anything you want. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’ve been having these…feelings. Fantasies. Sometimes it’s all I can think about. It’s hijacked my brain and I feel helpless to do anything about it.”

“What is it that you keep thinking about?”

Finally! This was finally my chance to have some fun with Dr. Logan.

I got up from the couch and stood in the middle of the room. I stared into his eyes. He looked puzzled, and I began to wonder if he thought I was having some kind of psychotic meltdown. But he didn’t seem nervous — he didn’t look like someone afraid of being threatened — he just seemed curious as to what would happen next.

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my bra and my belly. He stared at me, interested, and didn’t say anything. I wiggled my way out of my blouse and let it fall to the floor. Our eyes were fixed on each other and my heart pounded, afraid that he would tell me to get dressed and get the hell out of his office. But he didn’t. I slowly took off my bra and stretched my arms over my head as it fell to the floor. My body tingled. I watched him watching me. I couldn’t tell if he was getting excited yet, but he still didn’t object to what I was doing.

I reached down to my pants, opening the button and slowly sliding down the zipper. I worked my way out of them until they were also on the floor. Then I worked on my panties, slipping them down my legs and letting them sit on my ankles near the rest of my clothes. Then I kicked them to the side, waiting for Dr. Logan to react. All I could hear was the thumping of my own heart as I stood there for him, totally exposed, much like I had been emotionally exposed for all those weeks.

I wanted Will to take me to the heights of pleasure in his office, not worrying about any doctor-patient principles….

“Do you want to know more about what I was thinking?” I asked, feeling my pussy get wetter and wetter by the second as I stared at him staring at my naked body.

“Yeah,” he said softly.

I kicked my clothes out of the way and walked toward him. I got on my knees and crawled under his desk, resting my head on his crotch. I felt his dick get hard against my cheek and I was delighted that this was finally going to happen. I unzipped his pants, and pushed his boxers to the side so I could get my hands on his hardness. I didn’t waste any time shoving his cock in my mouth, swallowing him whole as I listened to him moaning above me. I rocked back and forth under the desk, taking him in and out of my throat. Will reached down and gripped his hands on the back of my neck, tightening his grip around me as I quickly sucked him off.

“Oh, my God, Natalie,” he moaned. “I want to fuck you so hard.”

“What about the 50-minute hour?”

Want to know what else happened in that 50-minute hour? Check out Transference for the rest of the story.

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